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But dude, the risk? Shiiiit. Cops bustin spots like that? Happened in ’98, big sting—50 johns nabbed. History’s wild, man. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Am I Robert Ford now? Sneakin around?” Whoa. That coward vibe hits hard. But Lola’s chill, tells me bout her cat—named Bullet. I’m dyin laughin—perfect, right? “Some deeds can’t be undone,” I mutter, movie-style. She nods, gets it.

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I finally get to the fields, and it’s a sight! The rice paddies are glistening in the sun. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, outta nowhere, a freakin’ storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m in Kure, not the Amazon! Rain starts pouring, and I’m like, “No way, man!” I’m trying to save my harvester from turning into a boat.

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